I hate carving jack-o-lanterns. Like, haaaaaaate it. I’m pretty sure it’s all because I was the youngest, way youngest, child in my family. By the time I was old enough to participate in the annual Halloween pumpkin slaying, everyone else was “over it” and there was a noticeable absence of enthusiasm. Plus, I always got the knife with the blunt tip.
I don’t know if the blunt tip thing was because I was the youngest or because everyone thought I was a frontrunner for the “Ending The Month Of October With Less Fingers Than He/She Began The Month With” award, because in 1998 (when I was a college freshman), my friend Jamie Hardin threw a Halloween party/get-together/mini high school reunion at her house and I got the fucking blunt tipped knife then, too. Click here to read more…